Twitterpoetry

I've been on Twitter for a while now (http://twitter.com/sidravitale) and today it occurred to me there's a form of poetry there, in its 140-character limit.

And then, a couple hours after, I thought, "I should move that.. to there...and then, maybe..."

Anyway:

I love that delicious sweetness
of evening rain.
How the world is remade,
stretched out and wet,
content with itself.

They want me to study *how* many hours per day?

PMBR says 9. BarBri, apparently, says 12.

They can both shove it.

(This bravado brought to you by half a bottle of an almost-corked red wine and the Beatles' White Album. You know what's sad about law school? I stopped listening to vocal music, b/c I can't listen to it and study at the same time. I love music. I used to go my whole day (OK, days off) with constant accompaniment. I'd sing along in the truck as I drove, anywhere. Everywhere. I still think of certain folk rock as "Sunday morning music". There is something SERIOUSLY WRONG with me not listening to music ad nauseum. With the fact that I use my boombox maybe twice a month. I wonder how long I can stretch this parenthetical?)

All right. Crap. I'll do the work, but I'm not going to take 12 hours. Geez.

2-1/2 weeks to the bar exam, and I am slowly going mad.